Don’t pay the ransom! I escaped!
Just kidding. No one would kidnap me.
Since my last post over a month ago, life has been ridiculously busy, and clearly I’m not good at finding the time to write while managing all that must come first. For example, I’ve already been interrupted ten times in the last seven minutes since I sat down to write this post. At this rate I’ll be lucky to get three posts up this summer. In the past six weeks or so we’ve had my son’s Kindergarten graduation, a new puppy, our annual vacation back home to the Midwest, my wedding anniversary and my mother-in-law flew in to spend the 4th of July weekend with us. It’s been a whirlwind, but it’s all been good.
And I know what you’re thinking….”Did she say she got a new puppy?!” Yes, and she has taken up the bulk of my time and attention since she joined our family. I didn’t mean to get a puppy. I didn’t want a new puppy. We already have three cats and a large dog. But the universe sort of thrust her at me, and when the universe hands you an adorable little baby like that, well, you just can’t hand it back.
This is Mavis. The last week of school while I was waiting to pick Bryce up, another mom from our class showed up holding this adorable little baby girl. I took one look at her and my soul screamed, “Mine!” I immediately asked the mom if she had gotten a new dog and she explained that her cocker-spaniel had “accidentally” mated with her sister’s Chihuahua. The result was four of the most adorable Chi-Spaniel (that’s apparently what they’re called) babies you have ever seen, and they were giving them away to good homes. Done! I took a picture of her with my phone and texted the photo to Dan. I took her home with me that day. And now I remember why we decided we were done having kids. She is adorable but exhausting. Having a new puppy is just like having a new baby in the house. I can’t turn my back on her for a second. One second she is my Sweet Mavis, and the next she is Mavis the Destroyer. Potty training sucks. My only consolation is that when she’s FINALLY potty trained, I’m getting all new area rugs.
Everything else seems a bit trivial in comparison to Mavis. Our vacation back home was good. I love the Midwest, I just can’t live there full time. But summers there are heaven. My anniversary was awesome, until it wasn’t. Dan and I had tickets to a private chef’s table dinner at our favorite ocean-side resort. Twelve couples enjoyed a five course gourmet dinner over-looking the ocean. We had yellow-fin tuna ceviche that had been caught that morning off the coast of San Diego. We enjoyed freshly caught and prepared lobster and other fresh sustainable foods that had been grown on the property of the resort along with wine pairings from a local vineyard. It was fantastic. We made some new friends and enjoyed drinks and live music in the hotel lobby bar after dinner. And then I had to haul ass back to our room and spent the rest of the night praying to the porcelain god. It wasn’t food poisoning because nobody else got sick. It wasn’t alcohol because, sadly, I wasn’t drunk yet. Whatever caused it ruined my night and I’m still a little pissed about it because when I get to eat food that amazing and that expensive, you bet your ass I want to hang on to it. I need a do-over.
Now that life has returned to a normal speed for me, I’m trying to play catch up. I’m reconsidering my rule about not posting my personal opinions about politics and/or religion on social media. The world is going crazy and I might need to talk about it. We’ll see. In the meantime, I look forward to stalking all the blogs I’ve neglected over the past month. I’ve missed you guys! 🙂